He judged rightly, it seems."
"Are you hit?"
"I felt something strike." Peter put his hand to his side. He unbuttoned
his coat and felt again. Then he pulled out a little sachet from his
breast-pocket, and as e did so, a flattened bullet dropped to the floor.
Peter looked into the sachet anxiously. The bullet had only gone through
the lower corner of the four photographs and the glove! Peter laughed
happily. "I had a gold coin in my pocket, and the bullet struck that.
Who says that a luck-piece is nothing but a superstition?"
"But, Peter, shan't we call the police?" demanded Ogden, still looking
stunned.
Curlew moved towards the door.
"One moment," said Peter, and Curlew stopped.
"Ray," Peter continued, "I am faced with a terrible question. I want
your advice?"
"What, Peter?"
"A man is trying to force me to stand aside and permit a political
wrong. To do this, he threatens to publish lying affidavits of worthless
scoundrels, to prove a shameful intimacy between a married woman and
me.
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